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Chapter 260 Time is like a knife cutting Tianjiao, sighing enchanting on the road to longevity

At this moment, the origin of the five worlds in Jun Xiaoyao's body also emerged involuntarily.

For a time, the ten origins of the lower realms were all around Jun Xiaoyao.

The background Jun Xiaoyao is like the supreme God King, the emperor of the Immortal World!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to be the only god in heaven and earth!

The scene in front of him was deeply imprinted in the eyes of everyone present.

Not to mention those arrogances from the lower realms, each of them froze in place as if petrified, as if they were about to stop breathing.

Even Ji Qingyi, the little Devil Immortal and other Immortal saints who are used to seeing big scenes, also feel a faint sense of suffocation at this moment.

Because at this moment Jun Xiaoyao's aura is too detached.

River of Forgetfulness's gaze was more solemn than ever.

His invincible Dao heart also cast a shadow.

This is normal.

Whoever it was, was sealed for countless years, and after being born again, he thought he would be able to overthrow all the arrogance of the present age.

As a result, not long after it came out, it was hit. Whoever it was, Dao heart would be affected and couldn't calm down.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at River of Forgetfulness, Ji Qingyi, and Little Devil Immortal.

River of Forgetfulness has an extremely alert expression and serious eyes.

Ji Qingyi sighed lightly, and did not fight Jiang Luoli again, showing her own attitude.

As for the little Devil Immortal, he also gave up his shot.

Jun Xiaoyao is stronger and more enchanting than she imagined.

"Brother Xiaoyao, I didn't offend you too much, don't attack me, I'm still young and my body is weak." The little Devil Immortal was pitiful, blinking his eyes, and began to show weakness.

Jiang Luoli glared at the little Devil Immortal.

Why do you feel that something sounds wrong?

Seeing Jiang Luoli staring at him, the little Devil Immortal also showed a narrow smirk, and stared back at Jiang Luoli.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about the little Devil Immortal, but looked at the River of Forgetfulness.

The only person present who was hostile to him was probably the River of Forgetfulness.

The figure of River of Forgetfulness unconsciously took two steps back, his expression was extremely alert, and his face was as serious as water.

Although he really wanted to get the origin of the ten realms from Jun Xiaoyao, he also knew that this was simply unrealistic.

Even if he recovered to his peak state, it would definitely not be an easy task to suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered darkly, he really wanted to solve the problem of River of Forgetfulness once and for all.

And at this moment, the Altar of Heroic Spirits in the distance, as if the origin of the ten worlds manifested at the same time, began to undergo some changes.

An unusual aura emerged.

"The Altar of Heroic Spirits has changed." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He was very decisive and rushed directly to the Altar of Heroic Spirits.

The Altar of Heroic Spirits is the most important thing. In comparison, dealing with the River of Forgetfulness is not so important. Anyway, he can't make any waves.

And don't forget, Jun Xiaoyao still has the chance to sign in at the Altar of Heroes.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao rushing towards the Altar of Heroes, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and Jiang Luoli followed closely behind.

Seeing this, Ji Qingyi hesitated for a moment, before turning into a cyan rainbow and passing by.

The little Devil Immortal rolled her eyes, she winked at the River of Forgetfulness, and then darted towards the Altar of Heroic Spirits.

River of Forgetfulness hesitated a bit, but he slept in the lower realm, wasn't it just for the greatest opportunity.

There was no way he would give up.

After making up your mind, River of Forgetfulness is also swept away.

Afterwards, those arrogances around rushed to the Altar of Heroic Spirits in a swarm.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't notice it until he got close to the Altar of Heroic Spirits.

How old and magnificent is this altar?

Looking around, it looks like an ancient mountain, towering and majestic, filled with a prehistoric and ancient atmosphere.

And the most shocking thing is the endless white bones all over the altar.

Even after so many years, those bones are still as hard as iron.

Some of the skeletons are as moist as jade, while others are as radiant as gold.

It can be seen from this that these skeletons must have been extremely powerful heroes with special physiques before they were alive.

But they all fell on the Altar of Heroic Spirits.

It can be seen that this is a place of opportunity and a place of burial.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, and slightly sighed: "Time is like a sword cutting down the pride of heaven, and the road to longevity is full of tenderness. If you don't prove the Tao and become an emperor, you will become a dead bone."

How many heroes in ancient and modern times are all jokes.

This Heroic Spirit Altar is just a microcosm.

Compared to here, on Nadi Road, it is obviously more cruel.

That is the real corpse paving the way, only the truly peerless genius can go to the end.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's exclamation, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu and others were also moved.

Without hesitation, Jun Xiaoyao stepped directly onto the Altar of Heroic Spirits.

The moment he stepped on the first step, the entire altar was filled with wind and clouds, as if countless phantoms of ancient heroes emerged, and various scenes were manifested.

The air mechanism here has become extremely special, and there are countless magic sounds piercing through the ears, disturbing the mind.

Jun Xiaoyao was unaffected, embraced Yuan Shouyi, and began to step on the altar.

Following his footsteps, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying also stepped up.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao stepping up step by step, they thought it was not such a difficult task.

However, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu and others all changed their colors when they actually set foot on it.

The terrifying coercion almost made them kneel on the ground.

At the same time, there are countless phantoms of ancient heroes interfering, and there are magic sounds piercing their ears, disturbing their minds, making it difficult for them to calm down completely.

"Is it so scary?" Jiang Luoli's face was also slightly pale.

She hastily mobilized the Yuanling Dao body, which made her feel a little better.

But the more this is the case, the more it can reflect Jun Xiaoyao's aloofness.

But seeing Jun Xiaoyao stepping up to the altar step by step, although not very fast, but not slow, he kept his rhythm all the time.

"Is it so exaggerated?"

Seeing the performance of Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu and others, the little Devil Immortal muttered.

She didn't believe in this evil, so she also set foot on the altar.

After she took a step, her pure and charming face changed color instantly.

One staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing the performance of the little Devil Immortal, Ji Qingyi and River of Forgetfulness made preparations in advance.

But when I stepped on it, I couldn't help but change color.

This is just the moment he stepped onto the Altar of Heroic Spirits, there is such a terrifying coercion.

It's hard to imagine how strong that coercion will be in the back.

Ji Qingyi's pupils once again turned to Jun Xiaoyao, who walked firmly and looked calm.

Sometimes the gap between people is reflected here.

"Jun Xiaoyao, in this world, is there anything that can overwhelm you and move you?" Ji Qingyi sighed inwardly.

It is both lucky and sad to be in the same era as a peerless genius like Jun Xiaoyao.

Fortunately, the arrogance of this era can witness the birth of a living legend.

The sad thing is that the proud of this era can only live in the shadow of legend forever, just like the inconspicuous Star next to the sun.

(end of this chapter)